They came to kill me
With weapons unknown
In roguish whirlwind
Uttering my name like a magic hum.

Rural is our vicinity,
Though vicious and vile
Their hidden souls.
Brandishing their long
Sharp swords not in air
But to my limbs and body
Knocking me down I saw death.

Destiny twists everything at last
My brother fell in; to shield me.
Yes, he saved me; yielding
To their fists and lances, dying.
Their bombs wove fumes of curtain
From onlookers and saviours
Left my brother bleed till the last.

Cops saw none meek as culprits
The rope of probe went all over though
Where to find them, when fog fell on
Even in shimmering summer?

But lo! Their eyes came out
Found hanging on the cashew a man
Lifeless; upon taking him down
Saw a culprit, rope round neck.

Did he die himself? Cops ask;
Answer, though known to him
And the hangmen under the lid.